Chapter 2: The difficulty is going to increase, right?
“System? Are you there?”
“… ”
“Old man?”
“… ”
“Goddess?”
“…”
“Cupid?”
“… ”
“Pikachu?”
“… ”
“Anyone? Can’t someone just respond?”
Having tried calling out all the auxiliary characters and cheats he knew, Muen couldn’t help but run away in tears, saying, “Do I really have no cheats at all?”
While others transmigrated and received cheats, beautiful women, skills, and weapons, they practically reached the peak of life effortlessly, marrying numerous beauties.
But for himself, not only did he have to face such a hopeless beginning, but he also didn’t even have any extra help.
“Oh, Heavens, all I did was draw a five-star card once from a ten-card draw. Even if it was a life expectancy draw, it shouldn’t have ended up like this.”
“Right, these are all for the protagonist. But I’m just a supporting character.”
Muen’s understanding of his position became even clearer. It seemed that being a supporting character with a golden-haired fate was already predetermined.
However, following the original plot to drug Selicia would be absolutely impossible. Even if he were foolish, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to light that powder keg.
Anyway, the only policy in dealing with this matter probably has only one word: endure.
“I wonder if apologizing to the protagonist face to face tomorrow can thaw the frost between us. I can even make some sacrifices if needed. I just hope she won’t make any unreasonable demands.”
Muen gritted his teeth, deciding that even if the protagonist demanded him to lick her feet for forgiveness, he would… just do it. After all, a beautiful girl’s feet weren’t that difficult to lick.
He just hoped she would be wearing black stockings at the time.
“Yes, that’s the plan!”
Muen clenched his fist, determined.
Now that the decision had been made, all he had to do next was…
“Ah!”
Muen, who was in the midst of his determined thoughts, suddenly let out a scream of pain. Something had unexpectedly flown and hit him on the back of his head.
“What the hell?”
Muen muttered a curse under his breath, clutching his head with one hand as he looked at what had struck him.
It was a book.
A black book.
“What is this?”
Muen frowned.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that this book held some inexplicable familiarity.
As if… it were something very important.
Yet, in his memory, he had never seen this black book before.
Moreover… he looked around and realized he was in his room with all the doors and windows tightly shut. So where did this book come from?
“Could it be…”
Muen suddenly brightened up:
“Did the cheat code kick in?”
The book was pure black, with no patterns or designs on its cover. But perhaps because of its pure blackness, staring at it for too long made one feel as if their soul were being consumed by it.
“It seems like the heavens haven’t given up on me yet.”
Muen was so excited that he almost burst into tears.
Cheats are great, cheats are wonderful.
As long as I have cheats, even if I’m just an ordinary worker, watch me kick Feng Autian, punch the Son of Destiny?
Fate, what’s that?
Ever heard of “My fate is determined by myself, not by the heavens”?
But… How do I use this thing?
Staring at the blank cover, Muen was filled with confusion.
Not even a beginner’s guide?
Could it be that inside it records peerless techniques that could make one invincible through cultivation?
Muen nervously swallowed, then, with excitement in his heart, slowly flipped through the pages of the book.
Inside…
Was blank.
“What’s going on?”
“A wordless celestial book?”
“Or is there a need for some special activation method?”
Muen held the black book, looking left and right, shaking the cover, but there was no response.
“Heh, do I have to pledge allegiance with blood?”
Just as he was thinking this, Muen suddenly felt a warmth passing over his forehead. A drop of crimson blood flowed down from where the black book had struck him moments ago.
As if everything had been perfectly calculated.
Coincidentally, it dripped onto the center of the page.
In an instant.
The black book began to flip violently, as if awakened by the scent of blood like a wild beast.
A terrifying suction force emanated from within.
Muen’s blood gushed like a fountain from the wound on his forehead, continuously converging into the black book.
“What the hell is happening?”
Before he could react to this horrifying scene, Muen suddenly felt his vision darken, losing consciousness.
…
Drip.
Drip.
In the dark space.
Flowing liquid.
Piercing cold air.
And… a person?
Who is it?
“Ah, you’re finally awake. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
The voice sounded like two pieces of rusted iron rubbing against each other, mixed with static, making it difficult to discern if it belonged to a man or a woman.
“Shall we continue?”
Continue?
Continue what?
A blurry figure emerged from the darkness.
The light, of unknown origin, shone on the figure’s face, but it seemed pixelated, obscuring everything.
“It’s already four hundred and seventy-two. You truly are remarkable.”
“Four hundred and seventy-two?
What’s four hundred and seventy-two?”
The figure continued to approach, raising their hand, which held a glinting cold light.
It was a delicate little knife, thin as a cicada’s wing.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
What was flowing?
Blood.
A lot of blood.
It flowed incessantly from four hundred and seventy-two wounds, accompanied by an excruciating pain that penetrated to the bone.
“Ah, at this moment, how my heart aches.”
The figure lowered its head, and crystal-clear liquid flowed down its face, mixing with the blood.
“I loved you so, so, so, so much, but why… why… did you…”
“You shouldn’t be like this. You are so evil, so cruel, and so selfish. You should inflict pain on others instead of showing mercy. You should make everyone hate you…”
“Only then can you belong to me.”
“But you’ve changed. You’ve changed your heart.”
“Changing your heart… is unacceptable.”
The sharp blade danced across the skin, leaving behind indelible crimson marks with each stroke.
Whispers filled with endless love and hatred echoed madly in the ears, like buzzing bees.
The figure slowly approached, carrying an indistinguishable mix of blood and floral fragrance.
“So, I can only use my love to completely purify you.”
“Don’t worry, my love, there’s plenty more where that came from.”
…
“What was that?”
Muen suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath as if he had just escaped from the depths of hell. His face was pale, his body soaked in sweat.
“A dream?”
He was still in his room, and it was impossible for a strange shadow to have torn him apart.
It must have been a dream.
“But why would I have such a dream suddenly? I was just…”
Muen looked at the black book in his hand, feeling perplexed.
He rubbed the black book thoughtfully, murmuring to himself, “And… that dream felt too real.”
She sus and stockings boot licking ahem who’ll disagree with what he said boy got his priorities straight
He dreaming whom?